Sorry for not updating! Don't hurt me! But, for the chapter of the century! DRUM ROLL PLEASE! CHAPTER TWO!!!!
Have you ever had this feeling where you felt like the world was crashing around you and you couldn't help but stop and stare in shock as families were rushing to shelter and crying out when they lost a loved one? Or the feeling when someone pushed a puppy in front of traffic? Or your first crush, then you find out that he or she has a boyfriend or girlfriend? That pretty much sums up how I feel right now.
"Erm, excuse me? Did I hear correctly? 'Abbie' is your fucking daughter?!" I wish some people with cameras would pop out, screaming 'YOU JUST GOT PUNKED!' and Marcel and I would have a good laugh about it and we would be friends again. Or more. But, no, everything I want doesn't happen, it's like I have a sign over my head saying, 'BAD LUCK LUCY OVER HERE!'. Well, if my name was Lucy.
"You did. I know you told me this would happen sooner or later, but I fell for this girl and I fell hard, Darce. We used protection, but I guess the condom broke, I really—Darce?" He stops rambling, to see me staring ahead with a blank stare my left hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear.
"Dar—" He starts, but I cut him off with my words, shocking him.
"Get out," The words get caught up in my throat, but I force them out, my voice cracking a bit, hot tears threatening to fall, showing a bit of weakness. But, I won't have that. "Get out."
"Wha? Darce. Please don't do this!" His voice cracks and I turn to him and his lips start to tremble. Oh god.
"You expect me to let you ride home with me, hearing you chat on about some other girl and the life you created? I actually thought you had sense, but I guess you don't. You knew I loved you, didn't you?" My voice cracks and I hear him stop.
"DIDN'T YOU?! ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!" I am literally shaking right now.
"Yes..." I hear him whisper shamefully and I chuckle darkly. Of course he did.
"So, you go away and change your looks for some girl? Then you get her pregnant? Wow, that's sounds just like you...Harry." I say his fake name in disgust. I hear his heavy breathing and smirk.
"JUST SOME GIRL? HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT ABOUT ANNA! I LOVE HER, NOT YOU! YOU'RE JUST SOME GIRL AND WILL ALWAYS BE!" His heavy breathing is heard, but I just focus on the thirteen words that broke me. I love her, not you. Your just some girl and will always be.
I think he feels something is wrong with me—and there is—because he whispers, "Darce?"
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN YOU DOUCHE! MATTER-OF-FACT, DON'T CALL ME AGAIN! GET OUT! GET OUT! Get out!" I scream in frustration and point him out, facing the other way.
"Darcy?" He says calmly, his hand ghosting over my back.
"NO! GET OUT!" I roar, pointing to the door. He sighs and unbuckles his seatbelt. The door opens and I can feel his eyes bore into my back. I keep my head turned the other way, huffing. He sighs again and steps out fully and closes the door, limping away.
And once he's far away from me, the tears fall and don't stop.
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Oh, Marcel's in deep poop. Don't hurt me! I just needed more drama, I think I will have at least 7 or 8 more chapters and maybe a sequel!
In other news! Check out my new friends from schools Wattpad— which I had no idea about— @wildfornarry, @predictingziall, and @iridescentziall. Yes, I can infact prove that predictingziall and iridescentziall are twins. It's so bizarre, it's laughable.
BOOKS TO CHECK OUT:
*OBLIVIOUS BY wildfornarry
*HYBRID ACADEMY and THROUGH THE DARK BY predictingziall
*MY ONE AND ONLY and THE LIFE OF A FANGIRL BY iridescentziall
*INFATUATED BY dustiest
*5 LOST DIRECTIONS BY cpluckygirl
*COMPULSORY BY HarryandBANdANAs
*FORCED TO HIDE A MURDERER BY solemnly
AND...
*LET YOUR HAIR DOWN BY yours truly (me) (not yet out)
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He's Changed. (A Marcel/Harry Short Story.)
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